All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself. ~my words:)
above this m a man with very strong thoughts...i mean beware of talking on ny social issue...m also an emotional animal..aah haan with lots of humour i guess..coz m d original one..n i mea